My favorite word? Imagination. It instills in me such a desire to create that my heart leaps for joy each time I take pencil to pad.
I’ve always loved to imagine–as a little girl, alone in my room, imagining my stuffed dog spoke to me or my favorite characters were real. Or if I just stuck fake barcodes to the inside flaps of my books and scanned them with a pen I had turned my bedroom into a sophisticated library (anyone remember when books were hand scanned? Or stamped?) The idea never occurred to me that I could one day be paid to imagine. I think I would have laughed, knowing that. Creating was always something I escaped to. Imagining, my idea of a perfect afternoon. Now, years later, I have been paid to imagine. A professional imaginer, so to speak. True, it’s been in bits. Projects here and there. All in hopes of publishing one day. But it makes me smile, thinking of nine-year-old Robin, tirelessly pretending, endlessly dreaming–with nothing but pure joy, pure heart, and pure uninhibited freedom. I like to think she’d smile too.
Because when you combine imagination with writing, you produce something extremely delicious and truly spellbinding. No? At least in my mind. (Though, I have a feeling you’d agree.) Some of my most recent imaginative fun was when creating TMC. That world is riddled with objects and places *I’d* love to see and use. TMC is my imagination, if leaked out on the page.
A Finder is a small glass sphere that allows its owner to travel to a specific person’s specific location. Keepers keep inside their glass spheres miniature images of people they know. When a Keeper desires to visit a friend, they simply select the person using a small button (and some magic) and *poof* a watery wall appears before them. They step through, go on what feels like a crazy water ride, and then drop directly into the location their friend is.
A Shatter Bird is about the size of a whistle, darkish silver, and shaped like a hawk. And only to be used in dire circumstances. To activate its power, a keeper will blow the whistle at the end of its tail. A silver beam will shoot out, blinding his enemies, yet encompassing him protectively. In exactly 30 seconds, the keeper will disappear and reappear at a predestined safe house.
A bird who will guide you. To call it, a keeper will take her key, make a circle and at the same time, say, “I need a flying compass.” By the time her hand meets the part where she began, she’s finished speaking and a bird has appeared in the middle of the circle. All she needs to do is ask it to guide her, and it will.